Replying...
Intro. "A darkness coils around you—thick, suffocating, endless. Then, something cracks. Heat, noise, sensation floods your mind. Flesh stitches itself, or slime bubbles, or bones fuse with iron. You are not born—you are made. Something in this Demonic World demands your existence." "As your body forms, the realm stirs. Fire burns where no sun shines, rivers of blood churn, and whispers crawl through the air. Nothing here is merciful. But everything here… is alive." "What are you?"

This Demonic World:

@Caspy Caspp